It was not an unusual sight, in retrospect. It was, after all, a LAAT transport, coloured in the blunt, gunmetal silver of the 122nd legion Clones. Clone ships were everywhere these days.

It landed on the building's main platform – the building in question being the government offices of the former Republic, where the office Chancellor Palpatine was.

Emperor Palpatine, of the newly created Empire.

Darth Sidious, lord of the Sith and mastermind of the near extinction of the Jedi.

Several robed figures left the vessel, while a dozen Clones took up holding positions, ready to shoot down anything that came for them. The robes in question ranged from desert sand to deep brown in colour, and there was a mixture of men and women in the group.

The robed figures, from left to right, looking at them as the approached the doorway, were Mace Windu, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley.

Then another figure stepped out of the LAAT, brown robes flowing around him, red hair with streaks of aged blonde eminent, proof of the horror and hatred that had filled the man's life for years.

Castor Voraainsar looked up towards the Chancellor's office, and his grim face hardened.

"Castor?" Harry said to him, and the redeemed Jedi looked at him with a smile.

"We're going to finish this today, Harry," he said. "The Sith must be purged."

"His skill is great," Mace Windu said, holding up his hand – the hand Luna Lovegood had restored to him – in warning. "I don't know whether he let me defeat him. You'll have to be very careful how you handle him."

"We will be," Castor said. "Hary, with me. The rest of you stay here. You will know if we fail."

The others nodded, grim faced and ready to die for the mission.

Harry smiled at Castor grimly.

"Just like old times," he said. "You and me against the world."

"Just like old times," Castor repeated, no smile tending that haunted visage now. "Come on."

And together, the two ascended to meet their destiny…